One only thing can keep you down, You'd not, to mount a bishop's throne, NELL AND JOHN. WHEN Nell, given o'er by the Doctor, was dying, And John at the chimney ftood decently crying; True, Nell, reply'd John; but, what yet is the worst BIBO BIBO AND CHARON. WHEN Bibo thought fit from the world to re treat, As full of champagne as an egg 's full of meat, WIVES BY THE DOZEN. DEATH! how thou spoil'ft the best project of life! Said Gabriel, who ftill, as he bury'd one wife, For the fake of her family, marry'd her cousin; And thus, in an honeft collateral line, He still marry'd on till his number was nine, Full forry to die till he made up his dozen. FA FATAL LOVE. POOR Hal caught his death, standing under a fpout, Expecting till midnight, when Nan would come out, But fatal his patience, as cruel the dame, And curs'd was the weather that quench'd the man's flame. Whoe'er thou art, that read'it thefe moral lines, Make love at home, and go to bed betimes. A SAILOR'S WIFE. QUOTH Richard in jeft, looking wiftly at Nelly, Methinks, child, you seem something round in the belly! Nell anfwer'd him fnappifhly, how can that be, When my husband has been more than two years at fea? Thy hufband! quoth Dick: why that matter was carry'd Moft fecretly, Nell; I ne'er thought thou wert marry'd. VOL. II. ON READER, I was born, and cry'd; I crack'd, I smelt, and fo I dy'd. And when I dy'd, like Flora fair, THE MODERN SAIN T. HER time with equal prudence Silvia shares, First writes a BILLET-DOUX, then says her prayers; Her mafs and toilet; vefpers and the play; Thus God and Ashtaroth divide the day : Con Conftant fhe keeps her Ember-week and Lent, THÉ PARALLEL. PROMETHEUS, forming Mr. Day, Alone has power to form a foul, Since one is but a moving clod, |